“I wonder if there is anything wrong with my manners,” she said. Don’t go back into Victorian respectability and pretend you don’t know and you can’t think and all the rest of it. She was dressed in a tattered black stuff gown, discoloured by various stains, and intended, it would seem, from the remnants of rusty crape with which it was here and there tricked out, to represent the garb of widowhood, and held in her arms a sleeping infant, swathed in the folds of a linsey-woolsey shawl. She was particularly charmed by his theory of friendship. I do not think that he has quite got over his surprise at finding you established here. We’ve done nothing to deserve it.
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